Weak In. Weak Out.
With what do you feed yourself?
What passes from without
through your lips, eyes, ears and heart?
What nourishment fuels
the fires you build
the structures you errect
the words you set down
the touch you give
week in and week out?
From where comes your strength, your depth,
your care and your light?
open hearts and grief
aren’t built in a day.
They emerge in the chaotic order
of consuming the goodness on offer,
in amounts enough,
Or, let’s just put it this way:
White bread, coffee and bad news
fuel fluff, hype and fear.
Weak in. Weak out.
originally written April 2014
Nicole Marie Moen
Poems, stories, quotes and musings about mystery, humans and all life on earth.